| Memories are heartbeats Sounding through the years Echoes never fading Of our smiles and our tears. Moments that are captured Sometimes unaware Pictured in an album Or a lock of hair. Images that linger Deep within the mind Bit of verse we cherished Once upon a time. Through the musty hallways Of the days we knew Ever comes the vision Beautiful and true. Memories are roses Blooming evermore Full of fragrant sweetness Never known before. Life must have a meaning Goals for which to strive Memories are lights that burn To keep the heart alive. By Grace E. Easley |
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